The only reason I'm on here is because I'm out of options, and I can't find a rational explanation. My name is Mark I'm one of the biggest skeptics you'll find unless I can see it feel it it ain't real. This all started at my friends house let's call her Emily. Emily was celebrating her twenty second birthday. After a while of drinking Emily got the idea, to talk to some spirits. She pulled out what she called a spirit board. After twenty minutes of waiting the little triangle spelled. Hi. Emily said. Hello may I ask your name? The triangle spelled out Za Za then the triangle began doing figure eights on the board.
Emily said. Hello Za Za are you a ghost? The triangle went to no. Our cocky drunk friend Mandy said well what are you one of hell's demons? The triangle went to yes. Then Mandy had her chest grabbed. She thought it was her boyfriend Marcus but Marcus was in the restroom and no one was near her. Emily asked Za Za. Who grabbed Mandy? The board spelled out. Me. We all got scared the room, started to heat up. Two ac units were going full blast it shouldn't have felt like ninety degrees. Emily asked out loud. Are you here Za Za?
The board went to yes. I started to feel like someone was sliding their arm from my shoulder to my chest. I kept it to myself believing I was imagining things. Then Emily felt someone grab her butt. She screamed and said. I'm trashing this board. She threw the board in the trash everything seemed to settle down the room was cooling again. We thought it was over. The party was five months ago since that day weird stuff has been happening at my house. I get scratched by nothing anytime I use the restroom I feel something touch me down there.
At one point I was slammed chest first against the wall and felt a hand go in my pants. I'm at my wits end I'm losing my mind. I've tried taking medications nothing works am I going crazy? I can not tell anyone I'm only on here cause I thought maybe you guys wouldn't think I was nuts. I've always been told talk to someone when something's wrong while I was growing up. How do I tell someone I think something invisible is molesting me.